045 | GREY AND WHITE

The wolf stalked us, darting from tree to tree, using snow banks to hide as it got closer. I kept my eyes focused on Ares’s slack face, not wanting to give away that I had seen it until I attacked.

Next to nobody had known we were going to be travelling, let alone on this particular route. Ares had barked at Nazte that he was in charge while we were gone, and I had to assume that, as his mate, Cendres knew too.

Was this wolf, of average height and average build, the same one that had killed Ares’s wolves? Was it the same one that had killed Damon?

Wake up, Ares, I thought, staring at his face and begging him to somehow hear me. My parents could mindlink through their mate bond, as could Etta and Damon – the sting of pain at thinking of them, of Etta, was like a whip’s lash upon my bare back – but Ares and I had never been able to. I had even heard tales of some mates being able to feel each other’s emotions when they were close, but we couldn’t do that, either.

I thought it and I th